.i...i didnt mean to walk in on you i had to pee and didnt know anyone was in there. me "its ok". at this point my face was red as hell. brandi "well ...m going to go pee now than ill be back out" me "ok". as she walked down the hall towards the bathroom she passed me and as she did she brushed her hand against my dick in my pants. now if she did that on purpose or not idk. but what i do know is that i knew exacty wat i was going to fantasize about that night.as the day passed my mind raced over. Eventually, I located it (with the help of a waitress, who didn't speak much English), went in, and found a stall.A normal person would have used the urinals, but not me. I was very shy – I wasn't going to chance that a pervert could walk in and see 'ol bobby (I nicknamed by dick). The chances were diminutive... but still. No.I was pulling out my 7 inches, and I heard someone else walk in. I thought nothing of it, and started peeing. 'Lala la lala' my mind went. Peeing is one of those. ” Constance smirked at her cruel humour, guessing that she already knew the answer was to be in the negative, but relishing indulging her audience at Creed’s expense.“Oh no, you’ll see what languishes within when he’s led to the gallows ... and you’ll see his pathetic lust to know it, his manhood raised in admission to it...” She looked down to Creed amidst the callous laughter, knowing his cock yearned to bone in lieu of that admission.“ ... and to do want to hang, don’t you Creed.” Another. ” she said and reached for my cheek.Her soft lips touched my skin and it was more than a friendly peck. It felt like an invitation to me. I hugged her gently and let her go as I cleaned up. She said she wanted to help, and walked into my kitchen. I was about to give her an apron, but before that, she spilled some soup on her shirt. I asked her to go in my bedroom and clean herself up. She went in, and I got back to cleaning up the dining table and the kitchen. Round about when I was done, came.